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It doesn’t quell the agitated feeling, but it does spur me on, the plug taunting me to fuck her like I’ve wanted to all day.
I palm one ass cheek, slowly running my hand over the curve of her behind. I pull at the plug; Kayla widens her legs straddled over Reese, preparing for me. Her wanton sighs giving me multiple kinds of chills. Good, bad, and indifferent, but the lure of her ass cloaks my animosity. I pull the plug from her body, her stretched little hole ensnaring me. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I lick my hand, lubing my cock with spit, then, without hesitation, dive into her. I sink in all in one shot, the reverberation affecting us all. The engulfing sensation of her elasticized hole shoots straight to my balls, spurring me to move.
The sound Kayla makes as she accepts me is one I’ve never heard before. It’s a mix of breathy excitement and unseen shock. She stills on Reese’s chest as her body adjusts to the jolt and my thick, pistoning cock.
“Fuck, Kayla.” I thrust with a clenched jaw, my whole body locked up tight.
“Oh God, I missed this,” she respires as Reese and I find a rhythm.
“You love our cocks inside you. Filling you all up?” Reese traps Kayla’s face, kissing her as we fuck.
“I just love you.” I feel like a third wheel as they connect, more anger rising up. “Both of you.” She barely forces the last part out. “Reese,” she strains, sending me over the edge. It’s my name she should be saying and only my cock bringing her pleasure. I punch my hips harder, digging in as deep as I can. I don’t even withdraw; just keep pushing forward until all she feels is me.
“Dev!” Kayla reaches around and sinks her nails into my thigh. “Dev, that hurts!” She shrieks, but it’s too late to stop because an orgasm has already seized me. I black out, coming viciously, Kayla’s tense ass strangling me tightly.
There are echoes of voices as the shockwave passes.
“Dev! Dev! Devlin, get off her!” Reese’s voice breaks through the barrier.
I scurry back, nearly falling off the bed. My eyes focus on Reese’s pissed off face and Kayla’s fresh tears. What the fuck just happened?
“What’s up with you, man? You hurt her!”
My bewildered gaze jumps between them before I bound off the bed and scoop up my clothes.
I leave without a word, spooked out of my mind.
30
Kayla
Ipace the parking garage like a stalkerish girlfriend, because that’s exactly what I’ve been reduced to. I don’t know what the fuck happened last night.
One minute, everything was fine; the stars were aligned with all three of us back together, and then, chaos. At one point, I thought Dev was going to rip me open. I’m actually still in a little pain, but it’s nothing compared to the confusion and worry shredding apart my insides. I texted him twenty times after he left with not a single response, and today at work, he’s avoided me at all costs. It’s killing me. So I’ve been stalking his car for the last half hour waiting for him to leave the hospital. I’m hiding by the back end of the Mustang, so he doesn’t see me until it’s too late. There’s no avoiding me now, and the expression on his face conveys he knows that.
He stops short a good three feet away. The physical and emotional distance breaks my fucking heart.
This isn’t the Dev I know--the one who can barely keep his hands off me, who now won’t even come near me. We stare at each other silently, his big blue eyes guarded.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell happened last night?” I cut to the chase. I have to know.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he just stands there quietly working his jaw.
I wait impatiently for an answer. “Dev.” I take a forceful step forward.
“Kayla, don’t.” He puts his hand up, stopping me from running into his arms.
“Don’t what? Talk to you? Look at you? Touch you?”
“Yes, all of it.” His voice is pained.
“Why?” I whisper, crushed.
“Because . . .” He struggles to explain. “Things are just different.”
“Different how?”
“I just can’t.”
